The enjoyable and experienced Cheryl Blossom conducts a symphony of love melons, her harmonious milk sacks making that unmistakable, pleasant, enjoyable sound of 2 bigger than standard, enormous mambos clashing love cymbals.
In run of the mill or slow motion, Cheryl claps on and claps off in tune with the sound of the bed frame knocking on every gravity-defying bounce. Her twins swing like a pendulum, they bounce love she is on a trampoline. A dousing of oil creates the slippery teat effect.
“Earlier, I attempted to hide the size of my chest to feel more comfortable. Now I like to wear things with a neckline. I don’t think that in command to draw attention to my billibongs, I must wear smth peculiar.”
Cheryl assigned ratings to her body in a previous scene. “Number four is for my abdomen. Number three is for my arse. I do not think I have a favourite boob, but since I’ve to give a decision, number two is my left boob and number one is my right boob. So my big bazookas are numbers one and two.”